Blaze: A Fireman Romance (Hard n' Dirty Book 4)

by Renee Rose

  “Christ, you’re getting me chubby. Why is that hot to me?”

  She rubs her breasts against me. “Because you like to be in charge and I’m letting you.”

  She’s right. The sense of power I get when she gives me control intoxicates me. With Samantha, I wanted to take care of her, but she never let me. She always pushed me away, even while using me to support her and her child, Lily. The little girl I thought of as my own until Samantha decided to bail and return to Lily’s real dad. And she definitely wasn’t into kink. Not even a little bit. The few times I tried to smack her ass, she told me I had issues.

  Back then, I didn’t know someone like Lia existed. Someone who not only lets me play out my dominant fantasies, but enjoys them as much as I do.

  I propel Lia up to the ice cream cart and ask her what she wants. She orders a double scoop of chocolate and I get cookies and cream. She takes a long, seductive lick of her cone while holding my gaze.

  I growl.

  I have to bite my tongue to keep from demanding she move in with me. Today.

  I need to slow way the hell down. And my first problem to solve is our work situation. The fire inspector idea might be the best possible solution. I just have to see if I can pull a few strings to make it happen…

  Chapter 10

  Lia

  Second punishment. I show up at Blaze’s door in my attempt at a Catholic schoolgirl outfit. Lord knows, I wore one long enough, I ought to be able to put it together. My version tonight is white knee-high socks with a short blue skirt and a white blouse. Oh, and I might have put my hair in pigtails, too. I feel slightly stupid, but I’m hoping the look will pay off.

  I’m starting to live for making Blaze horny.

  I ring the bell downstairs, then climb up and knock on his door.

  “Oh Jesus.” He pulls me in and shuts the door. “That’s so fucking cute. Will you wear that every time? Wait—” His brows slam down.

  I’ve never heard so many words come out of Blaze’s mouth so fast. Not counting when he’s yelling.

  “Second thought, I forbid you to ever wear that again. Did anyone fuck with you on the way here?”

  I laugh. “No. And I can take care of myself.”

  He scrubs a hand across his face like he’s deeply troubled over the thought of me walking here like this. “You’ll leave the outfit here. Wear it for me alone. Got it?”

  I laugh again.

  He shakes his head. “I’m not fucking kidding. No one else gets to see this. Understand?”

  Is it wrong that I love his jealous possessive thing so much?

  He pinches my chin and lowers his face to mine. “I need a yes, sir.”

  “Yes, sir, Daddy.”

  He stares me down a moment longer, but I see satisfaction gleam in his gaze before he releases me. “Go to the bedroom, take everything off and kneel in the corner.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I say softly, dropping my purse on a chair as I head in. I strip out of my clothes. It was too soon to wax again, so I had to shave. It’s not quite as baby smooth, but hopefully will still be as pleasing. I kneel in the corner.

  This time everything seems familiar. I like the routine—it settles my nerves and helps me focus. I’m about to be punished.

  I know it will be good, but it’s still scary every time I surrender to Blaze. I always wonder if I’ll hate it, or if it will be too much. Would I be too stubborn to use my safe word? Probably.

  The door opens. I don’t turn, just keep my face toward the corner, my heart thudding against my back.

  “Come here, babygirl.”

  When I stand and turn, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, same as last time. Again, I’m grateful for the routine. I walk to him and he pulls me between his knees. He strokes up and down my sides, drinking in my body like I’m some kind of miracle.

  “Are you ready for your spanking, Sparks?”

  I nod. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” He pulls me down over his thigh, my torso resting on the bed.

  I settle into the spanking immediately. The first few slaps sting, but once I get used to it, I close my eyes and breathe, experiencing the slaps as only sensation, sometimes even pleasure. The heat grows between my legs as he swats my flesh. I don’t count, but it seems to go on for a long time. Just when I’m starting to squeeze my cheeks together to avoid the pain, he stops.

  “Good girl. You took that so well,” he praises me. He rubs his fingers between my legs and I practically purr.

  Yes, please, Mr. Daddy, sir.

  Yeah, my thought-words are tumbling over each other.

  He drags his fingers up the crack of my ass and massages my anus. I try to squeeze my cheeks together, but he delivers a sharp slap to each side. The snap of plastic reaches my ears, then he pries my cheeks apart and dribbles something cold on my crack.

  I jerk my head up, peering over my shoulder.

  “I have to get you ready for my cock, Sparks.”

  I turn my face back to the bed and bite my lip. I am seriously not sure I’m up for this. But it’s Blaze, and I trust him, so I do my best to relax as he massages the lube into my anus, prying it open enough to fit his finger in.

  I stifle a moan. It shouldn’t feel good, but it does. I should be grossed out by this.

  He removes his finger and replaces it with something cool and round. “Open for your plug, little girl.”

  I don’t want to. I swear I don’t, but my pussy swells open and I relax my anus when he pushes the plug against it. It stretches me open, wider, wider until I catch my breath and tense.

  He stops and eases back, pumping with miniscule movements.

  Oh God, it feels so good. So wrong. So very wrong. But so very good.

  “Be a good girl and take your plug.”

  How can I not obey? I freakin’ love when he calls me good girl. I concentrate on relaxing and he eases the plug in farther, farther, stretching me wide before it seats and the stretching sensation eases.

  “That’s it, baby. It’s in. Now lie down on the middle of the bed, face up.”

  Thrills of excitement ping through me. The plug feels awesome—a constant but relatively subtle stimulus. I climb into the position he described and he buckles my wrists and ankles to cuffs attached to the bed.

  What now?

  “I think this is a very appropriate punishment, Sparks.”

  What is? Having my ass filled with a butt plug? It is rather humiliating, but I’m not sure why it’s appropriate.

  He walks to his dresser and picks something up. “You like to play with fire. I think you should experience a little burn.”

  Ah.

  He returns with a lit candle.

  My body lights up like it’s seeing an old friend. I never thought of my pyromania as sexual, but in this moment, I’m so turned on by fire, I would orgasm with one touch. Blaze’s smile is warm—there’s nothing sadistic or frightening about his manner—not now, not ever. He stands over me and dribbles the wax on my belly. I jerk and shiver. My hips pop like I’m trying to fuck the air.

  “You like that, don’t you, my little pyro?” The bulge of his cock tents his jeans, letting me know just how exciting he finds this.

  “Yes, Daddy.” I want to beg him to touch me, but I also don’t want this to be over. Everything about the scene is beautiful and deep. It cuts right to the heart of who I am. What I need.

  He spills a little more wax on my nipple and I cry out, the heat scorching. When I realize he’s watching my face intently, I nod. “It’s okay,” I whisper. “It’s good.”

  “Is it?” He leans over and peels the flake of wax from my nipple to see the mark it left. He blows on the red splotch.

  “It’s okay. Please, Blaze. Go on.”

  He dribbles more, staying away from my breasts this time, concentrating on my belly, my thighs. Each drip is pure ecstasy—the initial scald, the quick cooling into a thrumming heat. He returns to my breasts, treats both to multiple dribbles of wax until I’m arching off
the bed, straining at my bonds.

  Then he moves to my pussy.

  “Too late, I already waxed.” My joke comes out shaky because I’m swollen with excitement. He releases wax right over my clit. It hits my labia and sears into the crack. “Ahh.” My inner thighs shiver and clench, pussy and anus squeeze up tight. The sensation of the butt plug keeping my anus opens sends a second shudder through me.

  Oh God, I really need to come.

  I catch Blaze’s eye. “Please, Daddy. I’m so ready. I’m on fire.”

  He squeezes his cock through his jeans. “Keep begging.” His voice is deep and rough. “I fucking love it, Sparks.”

  I tug and pull at my bonds, wriggling and thrusting my hips. “Please, please, please?”

  “You know where I’m going to fuck you, don’t you, baby?”

  Oh yeah. That.

  But I need him between my legs, not in my ass. My pussy is a quivering, wet mess, dying to be claimed.

  He walks over to his dresser again, returning this time with a vibrator.

  Oh yes, please! I didn’t realize I shouted it aloud.

  Blaze chuckles and turns on the vibrator, stroking it over my slit like he’s petting me.

  “Oh please, just once more, please.”

  To my frustration, he shakes his head. “Not yet, little dragon. Your punishment isn’t over until you’ve had your ass fucked. And I forbid you to come until after you’ve been thoroughly punished.”

  Oh lordy. That’s so hot. My eyes roll back in my head and a full-body shudder runs through me.

  He unclips my ankles and wrists. “Turn over, baby.” I roll to my belly. He lifts my hips and shoves two pillows under them so my ass is high in the air. He spanks me—right cheek, left cheek, right, left, making the butt plug bounce and jostle, sending kicks of pleasure and urgency through me.

  Another delicious prod with the vibrator over my sensitive bits.

  “Reach back and hold your cheeks open for me.”

  Um, what?

  His request is totally humiliating and yet it sends another giant wave of lust kicking through me. I do as he commands, my fingers cool against my heated ass.

  He pumps the butt plug in and out of my ass a few times, and I start moaning like a porn star, but then he pulls it out. “I’m going to go slow, baby. You tell me if it’s too much or you want more lube okay?”

  “Okay.” My voice sounds small. I sure as hell hope he’s done this before. It definitely sounds like he has.

  I hear the rip of a condom and the flip of the lube cap before I feel the slather of gel.

  And then the punishment begins.

  I’m bent over these pillows, holding my own ass open for the most humiliating form of discipline ever, and I love every second of it. His cock feels better than the plug—the velvet steel of his thick member stretches me wide again. He fills me, inch by inch. I moan and whine, my fingers twisting the covers of his bed.

  It’s too intense—more than I think I can take, but it’s pleasurable, too. I don’t want him to stop and yet I can’t stand him going on.

  I need… I need…

  I shove my fingers underneath me. I have to touch myself.

  Out of nowhere, the vibrator appears. Blaze shoves it into my fingers. I pull it down until it’s right where I crave it, where I can grind over it.

  And now I’m lost. I’m so far gone, I’m not just on another planet, I’m in another galaxy. All I know is the massive sensations that rock my body—the twin stimulations of anus and clit, the urgent fullness, the insane pleasure. I ride it, like I’m on a wave, out of control of my own body.

  Blaze’s thrusts get faster, harder.

  I make a long, keening cry.

  Blaze pulls back and retrieves the vibrator from me.

  “No,” I moan. “Please—I need it.”

  He finds the entrance to my pussy and fills me with it. Now I’m stuffed full—the vibrator and the cock vying for my attention. I’m going to shatter any moment now, just splinter into a million pieces. I can’t take it. Too much. Too much pleasure. Too much sensation. Too much.

  I scream.

  Blaze pounds my ass four times and then shouts, burying his cock deep inside me.

  My pussy spasms around the vibrator, and my anus attempts to contract around his thick cock, which makes me scream again. My body shakes and quakes as wave after wave of release roll through me.

  Blaze is at my back, kissing my neck, murmuring things in my ear, but I barely notice. I’m too far away, too far gone.

  “Blaze.” I’m lost.

  I find myself cradled in his strong arms as he croons something softly against my hair. I blink and focus on the lines of his rugged face. “Wow. Blaze.”

  “You okay, angel?”

  “Mmm hmm. That was intense.” I nuzzle into his chest, rest my cheek on his shoulder. My ass hurts—a burning in my anus that leaves me feeling well-used.

  “You want a shower?” he asks.

  “I don’t think I can stand up,” I admit with a shaky laugh. I’m slightly embarrassed now about how freaking intimate we just got. I feel like my packaging has been ripped open and my real self is spilling out all over him.

  “I’ll hold you, baby.” He stands up from the bed, still cradling me like a baby and takes me into his bathroom. I’m not even sure how we get under the water, but Blaze doesn’t put me down, he just holds me under the warm spray, rocking me gently.

  I press my lips against his neck. “This is nice,” I murmur.

  “You were fucking amazing,” he says, like anal sex is an Olympic sport. Actually, at this moment it feels like I just competed in an Olympic event.

  And won the gold.

  Blaze

  I push Lia up against the tile to get enough leverage to kiss her. She accepts my harsh kisses with a serenity that blows my mind. I love seeing her so wrung out like this.

  By me.

  I want to be the guy who leaves her limp and well-fucked every time.

  I need more of Lia Burke.

  All of her.

  But right now my job is to take care of her, so I put her feet down and use a washcloth to gently clean between her legs and ass cheeks. I hold her up with an arm around her waist, because she still appears to be floating. I want to wash her hair, but I’m afraid she can’t stand up without me holding on, and a one-handed wash isn’t what I have in mind.

  Next time.

  Because I’m damn certain there’s going to be a next time. A whole lifetime of next times, if I have my way.

  Chapter 11

  Lia

  I moan softly into the bedcovers. Blaze rolled me to my belly this morning, inspected my ass and then ordered me to spread my legs. Now, I’m lying boneless on his bed after he essentially fucked my brains out.

  His phone beeps with a text and he picks it up and looks at it. Instantly, his shoulders tense and his mouth turns into a grim line. He glances at the clock and rolls out of bed.

  “What is it?” I ask, even though it’s none of my business. Or is it? I don’t know. We haven’t really defined our relationship.

  “My ex. I have to get going. It’s our daughter’s birthday party today.”

  I sit up, my mouth turning bone dry, stomach knotting into a tight twist. “You have a daughter?”

  “Yeah. Sort of. It’s complicated. Listen, I’m sorry to run off. I didn’t realize the time—not that I’m sorry about how we spent it, by any means.” He gets dressed with the speed and efficiency of a firefighter.

  “Your daughter’s birthday,” I echo again. I’m shocked by this information. I didn’t know he had a daughter—or whatever complicated thing she may be. And the fact that he’s not willing to explain it to me kind of tells me everything, doesn’t it?

  This isn’t a relationship. He’s not inviting me along to meet his daughter—not that I’m presuming we’re at that stage, but still.

  Or maybe I’m just bitter over him running off to his ex’s while the bed’s still
warm from our love-making. Fucking. Whatever.

  I get up, the bliss of my recent orgasm spiraling down into something dark and tired. I don’t use any of my firefighter speed-dress skills. In fact, I move slower than usual, out of a wee bit of spite. I hate feeling like I’m being kicked out.

  “You’re welcome to stay here and sleep, if you want,” he offers, somewhat mollifying me. Maybe he’s hoping I’ll still be here when he gets back. But then he adds, “I won’t be back until late. I have to help a friend install some cabinets after the party.”

  “You’re always helping someone, aren’t you?” I try, unsuccessfully to keep my tone light.

  He turns a shrewd glance at me and rubs the stubble on his face. “Yeah, it’s a habit, I guess. Maybe it needs breaking.”

  I force myself to throw off my foul mood. “Nah, I think it’s sweet. You like to be the hero. That’s why you’re the captain.”

  His smile seems forced, but I sail past him toward the door.

  “Hold up.” He sounds unhappy. He catches me around the waist and pulls me back against him. “Are you pissed?”

  “No,” I sigh. It’s not really a lie. I’m not pissed, just disappointed. “I’m fine. Have fun at the party.” I turn in his arms and offer my lips.

  He gives me a perfunctory kiss, but his eyes still search my face for more information.

  I don’t give him the chance to sniff out my bad mood. It’s just me being small, anyway. “See ya,” I call and head out the door.

  Blaze

  I show up at the park near Samantha’s with a My Little Pony and a stuffed rainbow unicorn under my arm. It’s Lily’s birthday. I couldn’t possibly forget because the last time I watched her, she chatted about it non-stop. Turning four years old is a pretty exciting time.

  I didn’t think twice about coming, but now that I’m here, I’m wondering what the hell I’m doing. Lily’s not my kid. She felt like my kid at one time. I saw her birth, I changed her diapers in the middle of the night, picked her up from daycare, watched her on my days off. Even now, Samantha still dumps her on me anytime she needs a sitter. Even though she doesn’t deserve my help, I always do it because I freaking love her kid. I mean, I wanted to adopt her as my own when we were together.